Roads to Madness: A Survival/Psychological Horror Game (Rated M for Mature)

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This was on a note on two boxes which lowered to the ground on a small parachute. They were apparently Comforting Chocolates. Two boxes of chocolates. Apparently, it was their favorite flavor since he spied them sampling them by alot.

Comforting Chocolates
A special treat that is your favorite flavor! Perfect to comfort yourselves after a nasty incident.
Heals 5 Psyche Points.

After they leave, the next door they find is with a comforter and a futon. On he back of the door, it said Rest Room. Sounded like a good place to sleep and get better. There was also restroom with the basics.

Meanwhile: with Veronica and Allison

An hourglass with black sand was noticed near the pad. They were almost of time. Tick tock..

tick tock...

They felt the gaze even more apparent and the statues became more omninous looking.

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Jordon continued rubbing Benedict’s back, he had always been pretty shite at this comforting thing. He had to admit, that had obviously freaked him out, but he handled himself in situations like this far better than Benedict did. Benedict slowly raised his head and looked at Jordon, those tear stained cheeks were an obvious sign of how frightened he was.

“W-we’re okay...” He murmured, sitting up. Jordon faked a smile and nodded, pushing a bit of hair out of Benedict’s face.

“We’re fine. See..?” Jordon gestured to himself, showing Benedict that there was no sign of physical harm on him. There was mental harm... but there was really nothing that could have protected him from that. Benedict smiled, and both men heard a small clunk. They turned their heads to see two gift boxes, guided to the ground by parachutes.

Jordon crawled over and picked up both boxes, were they trapped? He twisted it around in his hand and noticed they were chocolates, one with almonds, one that was white chocolate. Jordon was mildly frightened, chocolate with almonds was his favorite and white chocolate was Benedict’s; had their captor been spying on them?

He handed Benedict the box of white, he eyed them before taking the box and putting it in his pack. He’d save them for when he truly needed them. Jordon did the same, putting away the box in his backpack.

“You okay to move on Benny?” Asked Jordon, slowly getting to his feet and extending a hand to Benedict. Benedict took it and hauled himself up, he gave Jordon a brief smile, although Jordon could see how worn and absolutely tired he looked. Jordon didn’t blame him, he felt the same way.

They left the room and entered the red hall once again, walking towards the next room. They peered into the room and saw a single futon with a comforter on it, Jordon closed the door slightly, seeing that the back of the door said “Rest Room”.

“Guess this is our room for the night?” Murmured Jordon. Benedict looked slightly relieved that it wasn’t another challenge.

“I could really use some sleep,” Replied Benedict, with a yawn. He placed his bag on the floor, pulling out his pajama pants and getting changed. Jordon looked over at his small freckled frame and smiled slightly, remembering days before they had come to the mansion, the innocence of love really. Jordon shook away the thoughts, not wanting to think of that as the past, not wanting to think that they would never return to their former life; they’d make it out. He knew it. Jordon grabbed for his own bag, slipping off his clothes and sliding into his shorts. Benedict threw on one of Jordon’s shirts that he had taken from the laundry pile at home to sleep in, Jordon smirked slightly and Benedict blushed. The shirt was too big for Benedict, it hung lazily off of one of his shoulders.

“For a while, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come,” Benedict piped up. “So I just... took one of your shirts as a keepsake really.” He continued with a smile, slowly crawling into the bed. Jordon grinned at him, that sounded like something Benedict would do. The small nineteen year old yawned slightly, rolling over and facing Jordon; it had certainly been a long day. Jordon crawled into the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Benedict and kissing the tip of his nose.

“Get some sleep alright?” Jordon said, Benedict seemed mildly hesitant to sleep in the strange manor but Jordon continued. “I’ll be here if anything... weird comes in, okay?” Benedict finally nodded, shutting his eyes and trying to get some much needed rest. Jordon did the same.

Eagerly Veronica snatched the clipboard from Allison's hands and began writing the alphabet down. She had no second thoughts on it but in any other circumstance she would have been a lot nicer about taking it, might even have said 'thank you' too. Still time was of the essence and manners could wait for later. Veronica paused after a few of her letters went extra scribbly and took just a second to calm her breathing. 'Just think of it like a test.' She thought to herself. 'A very important test.'

Once she had the alphabet written several times she started writing their cipher letters below them. A to Z, B to X, C to Y, and so on for Atbash but on Caesarian she had to do two separate ones, not remembering if they were shifted 3 or 4 letters over. It would take a little bit of time but it would give them their answer she was certain of it. She was mostly right.

Having lost track of time Veronica came to the conclusion that 4 letters was incorrect which left them with their answer: 'mlim slaueq efil'. Which backwards and more sensible is 'life qeuals milm'. "Done!" she exclaimed before looking over her handiwork.

Her face twisted in confusion. That didn't mean much of anything. At all. Taking in a deep breath as if preparing for some long winded speech Veronica stated the facts aloud, though she herself didn't know if it was to explain it to Allison or to try and explain it to herself. "Ok, so we've got the word 'life' in there, so we have to be on the right track. But the other two aren't even words." She pointed to where she had the words written for emphasis. "This one starting with 'q' might actually be 'equals'. Like, maybe the guy writing the challenge was dyslexic or something? And 'life equals' makes sense so we just have to figure out this last part here..."

There was, without explanation or reason, an hour glass suddenly beside the paper. And it was ticking. Veronica shook her head to clear her mind as she tried to get back to the puzzle at hand, ignoring the spontaneous hourglass to the best of her ability. "Ok so 'milm' has to mean something, right?" Her voice had taken on a slightly more panicked tone. "Like, is that the answer or is it scrambled like 'equals' or--" Slowly she trailed off into random sputtering as she gripped her head trying to calm down. She tried to get a grip and reason with this puzzle but she couldn't bring herself to focus anymore. Everywhere it felt like judgmental eyes gazed clear through to her soul and the infernal ticking beat down on her ears as she could feel the time slipping away.

"Film!" She exclaimed suddenly. "It must be 'film', nothing else would fit there right? 'Life equals film'." There was an air of confidence in how she spoke as though it could not have been simpler. Haphazardly she shambled over to the tablet as the drugs from before seemed to come back in full force and the input box for the letter tiles. 'Life equals film' was soon assembled in the slots. "I'm just gunna--" she trailed off again as she feverishly input the letters and once she was finally done she allowed herself to fall over and just breathe.

After about a very brief moment with Veronica, she was released and allowed to catch her breath before she was tied up. Allison, quaking in fear, was also dragged to the seath before the tables have turned, with fearful Allison being tortued and Veronica being forced to watch.

When the girls recovered from their ordeal, they left to find the next room in their corridor. It was a rest room. They had large plush beds with a built in bathroom. There were also two trinkets that can be worn around their neck. Whe the button is pressed, a soothing memory can be played.

Musical Charm
A pretty charm that plays music. Helps protect you against the evils of the world.Accessible to those only with <75 Psyche Points

((The confirm button was there for a reason >:{D. Now as for the riddle, I am a film student. Now, I will guarntee everyone will come out all right in the end, or at least alive...))

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Veronica snatched the pad and pencil from Allison, and started feverishly writing down letters. Allison had only the vaguest clue what any of it meant, and she was glad that Veronica knew enough about it.

Knowing she didn’t really have much to do while Veronica cracked the code, she looked around. The statues were starting to creep her out, how ominous they were. And an hourglass pouring black sand seemed to just appear, initiating a countdown. They didn’t have long.

Veronica cracked the code and entered it, before sighing with relief.

"Attention girls! I have good news and I have bad news!" the distorted voice said.

"The good news is you have solved the riddle and you have guaranteed the safety of everyone here with the Emerald Key!" the voice said. Allison sighed.

"The bad news is... you didn't press the 'confirm' button!

Ergo you suffer punishment while winning your prize at the same time!"

"So... brace yourself!"

Allison nearly screamed when the ominous statues came to life, grabbing her and tying her up, the other one grabbing Veronica and tying her to a chair. She wiggled around, trying to free herself, but the henchman holding her was far stronger than she.

She was forced to watch as Veronica had a towel stuffed in her mouth, and as the henchman got a water can and tipped it onto Veronica.

Allison trembled violently, trying to kick out at the henchman holding her down. NO NO NO

And then it was over, and Veronica was pulled from the seat and Allison shoved into it. Her mind barely had time to process the thought of ‘I am bloody terrified,’ when the water was poured on her.

The henchman left the room, leaving Allison to fall on the floor and just cry.

That was exactly what she feared. Not drowning specifically, but dying painfully. That was one of the most painful experiences she’d ever had, worse than when she broken bones in the past. This was not ok. This wasn’t OK at all.

A vague voice reminded her that she’d technically won the challenge, and that the silly Emerald Key was theirs. She partially disregarded it. She didn’t care if she’d won for the moment. She was just too busy catching her breath, afraid. This person was mad. Completely and utterly bonkers.

Dexter woke up with his head pounding slightly. He shook it off and felt all right though. He looked around and shivered, realizing they had a long day ahead of them. He hoped that this place was their one safe haven.

He saw Mandy, looking rather sacred in her sleep. Dexter grabbed the burgundy security blankie and gave it to Mandy, hoping it would help the poor girl.

He supposed there was not much to do, but wait until she wakes up.

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Benedict awoke slowly, blinking a couple of times to get the sleep out of his eyes. It seemed like a relatively normal morning; Jordon asleep next to him, the blankets bunched up on his side, his hair dangling down in his face, had all of that mansion nonsense just been a very real dream?

Benedict sat up slowly, seeing that they weren’t in their bedroom; it hadn’t been a dream. He slowly freed himself of Jordon’s arms and stripped down, changing into his regular clothes once again. He glanced over at Jordon, and then to the engagement ring on his own finger. It had been a little under two weeks ago that Jordon had proposed, they had planned to elope to London once this “contest” was over. That was if they got out of here though, he supposed. He had taken on Jordon’s last name already, not really wanting to be reminded of his father with his maiden name. He bit his lip slightly and slipped his pyjamas into his bag, walking over to Jordon and gently prodding him.

“Jordon, love, it’s time to get up.” He murmured, poking him again. Jordon rolled over and grumbled, mumbling something along the lines of ‘I don’t wanna get up.’. Benedict didn’t really blame him for not wanting to get up, if he had it his way, he’d just lay in this bed until the contest was over. Jordon slowly sat up and yawned, looking at Benedict.

“So I guess this hell continues, right?” He asked. Benedict looked down sadly and nodded. Jordon shifted slightly from his laying down position and pulled Benedict down, kissing his lips gently. “I’ll get dressed and then we’ll go, together obviously.” Continued Jordon with a mild smirk. Benedict brightened up slightly.

Jordon changed into his clothes and the two of them picked up their belongings, made the bed, and decided to maybe just sit in their room and chat for a bit before leaving.

"So, you still holding up okay?" Asked Jordon, Benedict nodded; he thought that, thanks to Jordon, he was doing quite well. Next time they faced an odd sort of... challenge, it would be his turn to comfort Jordon.

"And you?" Asked Benedict, Jordon nodded as well; giving a small smile. Benedict smiled back, the two made casual banter like before they were pulled into this mess.

Mandy startled awake. She was clutching the burgundy security blanket in one hand. She leaned forward panting, then looked down at the burgundy blanket in her grasp. Did I grab it during the night, she wondered.

She released it and throwing the comforter off, got up. Dexter was already up.

“Morning,” she moaned at him, “man, did I have an awful dream…”

She looked around for her duffle bag. Right, she must have left it in the dinning room after the psycho zapped her repeatedly. Twice was repeatedly, right? Yeah, she was pretty sure it was.

She reached down and picked the security blanket off the floor. Maybe there was some use for it? She looked over at Dexter, “Now what? I assume some fresh horror awaits us? What if we refuse to leave the rest room? Do you suppose there’s any traps in here to keep us from staying? …I guess we can’t stay forever, we’d get freaking hungry.”

“Once, or twice, in a lifetime, if you're lucky, there are moments. Someone slices the world open,
right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. And you understand your purpose.”
(Frances Booth - Channel Zero; Candle Cove)

As everyone woke up, Dexter saw something enter the room. It was a remote-controlled hotel cart. Dexter could smell the food. Now, the drugs were waning off, though they included a boost in appetite so when Dexter saw mini breakfast buffet, his eyes widened before his stomach growled.

Dexter took some pancakes and drizzled some syrup on them before getting scrambled eggs. He noticed there was a cart for him and one for Mandy. It allowed the gamemaster to determine which breakfast foods were getting drugged the most.

Everyone was to a certain extent, but Mandy's was the most, to the point it was pretty interesting.

Mandy obtained the Condition: Mildly HallucagenicMandy is suffering from Condition: Mildly HallucagenicYou're freaking out and things just seem so much scarier to you... you're losing your grip on reality.x1.5 Psyche Damage (5 posts)

There was also a mysterious box in the cart. Dexter looked at it wearliy...

In everyone else's room, they would be getting their favorite breakfasts along with the box. It was about the size of a jack in the box.

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As Mandy pondered the possibility of starving because they refused to come out of the room, a couple little carts wheeled their way in. Nothing suspicious here! Each cart had a huge breakfast and little jack-in-the-box type box.

Dexter dug in. Mandy was a bit suspicious of the food served here, but despite usually only eating a small breakfast, she had a major case of the munchies. She sat on the floor while she ate, still not trusting the bed. Skillet potatoes, bacon, and toast with real butter and real honey. Everything was delicious. Why did everything have to be delicious?

Mandy set her plate aside and picked up the box. It looked highly suspicious. It was probably key to the next challenge. She looked at it from all directions. Could it be opened anywhere but the top? Just in case it was trapped?

“Once, or twice, in a lifetime, if you're lucky, there are moments. Someone slices the world open,
right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. And you understand your purpose.”
(Frances Booth - Channel Zero; Candle Cove)

Allison opened her eyes wearily. She only had vague memories of how she’d even gotten to the rest room, considering her little breakdown after the torture from yesterday.

Sitting up, she held a hand to her throat and took a deep breath. The torture had certainly taken it’s toll. Now to add to her list of fears were drowning and suffocating. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to go anywhere without fear of hurting her throat again.

The little trinket around her neck finished its soothing little melody and went silent, and Allison smiled slightly.

A remote controlled cart came in, loaded with breakfast foods and a mysterious box. She decided she did not want to touch it. She didn’t want any more silly business after yesterday.

As far as food went, she was famished. Normally she wasn’t incredibly hungry in the morning, but she did get the sense knocked out of her the night before.

She took a plate of French toast and a glass of milk, pleasantly surprised that is was one of her favorite breakfasts. Something simple. Something that she could make if she didn’t have to go to work early in the morning.

She looked across at Veronica, who was still asleep. Considering how much effort she’d put into the cracking the code the day before, she should at least have a little more sleep. She deserved it, for getting them the Emerald Key, apparently guaranteeing everyone’s safety. She wasn’t sure she trusted the challenge master, but she supposed that was to be expected, considering all the things that they had done.

Benedict and Jordon continued chatting, it felt much like an average day again; those average days where Benedict didn’t have school and Jordon didn’t have to work. Benedict grinned and moved closer to Jordon on the bed, he was honestly just happy he wasn’t here alone, he was happy he had Jordon to help him through everything.

“Remember your superhero room back when we first met?” Jordon asked, causing Benedict to laugh and nod. When they had first met in high school, Benedict had brought Jordon to his house for the two of them to hang out, once they got to the bedroom; the Avenger’s sheets were the only thing they could talk about. He sighed, those were certainly better days.

Benedict turned his head slightly, speaking sudden aloud. “If I went crazy here, would you still care about me?” He asked, Jordon looked slightly surprised and looked back at him.

“Of course... although I won’t let that happen.” Replied Jordon with a smile, Benedict smiled back. He was still slightly worried about them getting separated however. But his thoughts were interrupted by two remote controlled cart coming into the room. Each was cluttered in breakfast foods, and each had a mysterious and sinister looking box placed on it.

Benedict grinned slightly and dug into his immediately, eating some sunny side up eggs and a bit of bacon. Jordon smirked and followed, stuffing some fried ham into his mouth. As they ate, Benedict couldn’t help but glance at his box, wondering what was inside.

Dexter finished his breakfast and felt very much at ease. He saw Mandy pick up the box. No doubt in every other room, someone was eyeing the box with interest, wariness or suspicion. Nevertheless, it began playing a rather haunting version of pop goes the weasel.

Dexter gulped a bit. When the song ended, out popped out a rather disturbing sight. It was the mutilated head of a baby... well baby dolll honestely. It obviously looked fake but the mutilations were still disturbing. To make it even worse, one of the most disturbing sounds was played.

The loud, desperate and heart-wrenching crying of a crack baby.

Dexter covered his ears and shuddered, remembering when he first heard the sound during those anti-drug videos in high school and how creeped out he was. This, combined with the ugly looking baby doll head, took a toll on him and everyone else, some more than others.

Everyone was creeped out.
-6 Psyche Points (-9 for Mandy)

Mandy is suffering from Condition: Mildly Hallucinogenic You're freaking out and things just seem so much scarier to you... you're losing your grip on reality.x1.5 Psyche Damage (4 posts)

After a minute of the nightmarish wail, the sounds stopped to the relief of everyone. They saw a folded note slip out. Dexter wearily picked it up and read it.
"~I hope you enjoyed the wake-up call!

Now get out there and have a ball!~"

Dexter sighed as he realized they had a long day ahead of them. He grabbed Mandy, who he saw had a grip on the security blanket and went through the hall to look at the doors. Which one?

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As Mandy turned the box over in her hands it started to emit a sound, specifically a song, more specifically, Pop Goes the Weasel. Creepy, just like everything else about this place. So there was a speaker or something in the box?

The song came to an end and the box popped open. Out popped a creepy mutilated baby doll, crying painfully. Mandy shrieked, throwing the mutilated doll in the box away from herself. It took her a moment to calm down enough to tell herself it was just a doll. That was when the nervous laughter set in. It made her feel better, but it probably didn’t do anything to help Dexter’s nerves.

Dexter read the note from his box:
“I hope you enjoyed the wake-up call! Now get out there and have a ball!”

“Heh,” chuckled Mandy, “He thinks he’s clever just because he can make a rhyme.”

She tied the security blanket around her neck like a cape as Dexter led her out of the room. He seemed to be selecting a door for their next horror. Blindly choosing their fate.

“Right,” she suggested, remembering a random fact she’d once read, “people being chased tend to turn Left, we should go Right.”

“Once, or twice, in a lifetime, if you're lucky, there are moments. Someone slices the world open,
right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. And you understand your purpose.”
(Frances Booth - Channel Zero; Candle Cove)

Finishing her breakfast, Allison sighed. It seemed almost too perfect, considering how the madman had treated them before.

Staring at the box, she hesitantly reached out and poked it. It began to play a far scarier version of pop goes the weasel. She sat back, equally fascinated and disturbed. She wasn’t sure she was ready for what would happen at the end.

At the end, a horribly mutilated baby doll popped out of the box. Allison shrieked. It looked so horrifying and disgusting. And when it cried out in a painful, tortured way, she shrieked again and kicked the box to the other side of the room. She held her head in her hands and shook it, trying to block out the nightmarish wailing. It was like torture. And seeing as she’d been tortured the day before, she knew exactly what it felt like.

Finally, it ended. She shook a little, and noticed the note on the floor. Cautiously, she picked it up.

"~I hope you enjoyed the wake-up call!

Now get out there and have a ball!~"

She shook. This person was mad. Completely and utterly bonkers. Giving them a wake-up call like that. She mumbled some curses under her breath and sighed. Obviously today was going to be a long day.

Benedict scooped the last couple of eggs off of his plate and into the garbage, he wasn’t as hungry as he once though... he thought it might be because of what he had been witness to in the last couple of days. Jordon had already taken more food, and was finishing it as Benedict came back to sit by him on the bed. Jordon picked up his box and eyed it in his hands, wondering what could possibly be contained inside.

“What do you think it is?” Asked Jordon as he twisted it around in his hands. Part of Benedict really didn’t want to know, but another part of him actually itched in wonder.

“Only one way to find out... right?” Squeaked out Benedict in his accent. Jordon nodded slowly, suddenly, the box began to play a rather haunting and distorted version of pop goes the weasel. Benedict gulped, that was slightly disturbing, he’d give it that.

Suddenly, the music came to a close. A mutated head of a baby popped out... well not a real baby, but rather a doll. It gave one of the most, haunting, chilling screeches that Benedict and Jordon had ever heard. Benedict screeched in shock, covering his ears to block out the sound. Jordon tried breaking the head, giving it a few punches.

The screaming finally stopped and a note popped out, it read;

"~I hope you enjoyed the wake-up call!

Now get out there and have a ball!~"

Jordon ripped up the note, grabbing his belongings and dragging Benedict out of the room behind him. The two continued down the red hall, looking for what their next challenge would be.

Veronica snapped awake letting loose a colorful series of expletives and swears as a piercing scream breached the comfort of her dreams. But once she saw the doll head she let out a shriek of terror and threw her pillow at it and when that missed she hid under her covers trying to drown out the noise until it finally stopped.

She wouldn't go near it. Activated or deactivated that thing sent chills up her spine and she refused to approach the disfigured doll head. With the covers clutched tightly in her hands she peered over the top of them and watched as Allison retrieved the note. And that was it. No more jumps or surprises. Feeling more at ease Veronica lowered the covers and gave a soft smile as she looked at Allison, trying to regain her cool after being awoken by some hellish Satan-baby. "Good morning." She mumbled sarcastically.

Then she smelled it. Breakfast! "Yo, you didn't tell me we had a kickin' breakfast!" Veronica flew from her bed now oblivious to the doll as she made a dash for the meal prepared for them. She grabbed the cart and pulled it to the closest bed where she sat and began shoveling pancakes and eggs off of their trays and into her mouth, sans plate. "Y'know for a viscous psycho he cooks some pretty good s***!" Then she paused and looked at the food in hesitation. "You don't think he'd, like, poison this or anything, do you?"

Dexter turned to Mandy and tightened the grip on her hand. He was starting to really worry about her. She was starting to really lose it. Dexter looked through the hall and been wondering what torment they would have to go through this time.

The next room they went in was rather simple just a large TV and a plush sofa. Not much else was here. When the others would arrive, they would in a similiar location. Dexter wondered what they could possibly watch that could freak them out like this. Unless it was someone coming out to attack and get them...

The screen then flashed at them.

"CONGRATULATIONS! Thanks to the efforts of Allison and Veronica, you no longer have to worry about dying! Their efforts have won them the Emerald Key, guaranteeing your safety!" The TV said as fanfare played.

Dexter let himself smile as he realized that things may come out all right after all.

Everyone was relieved.
+7 Psyche Points

Veronica and Allison feel a sense of pride
+5 Psyche Points

"As a tribute to their courage, here is a video tributing to their greatness!" The voice said before playing something disturbing. It was Allison and Veronica being tortured.

Dexter squeezed Mandy’s hand caringly as he lead her into the next room. There was just a TV and a comfy looking couch. Mandy was suspicious of it, it looked hungry to her.

The TV came on:
"CONGRATULATIONS! Thanks to the efforts of Allison and Veronica, you no longer have to worry about dying! Their efforts have won them the Emerald Key, guaranteeing your safety!"

What!?! Yes? Really? Awesome.

Mandy fumbled for the couch. It’s got to be a trick.

"As a tribute to their courage, here is a video tributing to their greatness!"

Footage rolled. A montage of horror, as Allison and Veronica endured a horrible fate. Mandy cowered, clutching the end of the blanket tied around her neck. Who would do such a thing? Nervous giggles.

"And now for something interesting... Write down the one thing and I mean thing as object that would give you a powerful sense of comfort," screamed the disembodied voice as they were strapped to the couch.

“No,” cried Mandy, “no, no, no, not again, no.”

Tablets came out of the couch arms. They were supposed to type in an answer. Mandy couldn’t think of anything. Her mind was blank. Well, almost, she was terrified of being electrocuted again, and there was a nagging desire for tacos. Focus. Comfort? What would make her feel safer now?

“Once, or twice, in a lifetime, if you're lucky, there are moments. Someone slices the world open,
right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. And you understand your purpose.”
(Frances Booth - Channel Zero; Candle Cove)

Benedict and Jordon continued down the red hallway, the floor around them was starting to give them the creeps, due to it’s bloodlike hue. Jordon saw a door, it seemed pretty normal when he peered into it, just a couch and a large tv. Nothing really out of the ordinary, Jordon thought it could even be another rest room.

“I don’t like this Jordon...” Murmured Benedict. Jordon gently ran his fingers over Benedict’s hand; as if to say that it was okay. Benedict nodded shyly at the touch, and they both sat next to each other on the small couch. It really felt like home.

Suddenly the screen flashed.

"CONGRATULATIONS! Thanks to the efforts of Allison and Veronica, you no longer have to worry about dying! Their efforts have won them the Emerald Key, guaranteeing your safety!"

Benedict almost cried out in happiness, happy that they didn’t have to fret about dying, things were definitely looking up for the duo, Benedict could almost feel the fresh air of them breaking free.

"As a tribute to their courage, here is a video tributing to their greatness!"

Benedict and Jordon were forced to watch as the girls were bound and gagged, getting buckets of water dumped on them. Benedict cowered in fear, not wanting to see anymore. Jordon watched, clutching Benedict’s thigh, trying to maintain his composure.

Once the video ended, the disembodied voice spoke again:

"And now for something interesting... Write down the one thing and I mean thing as object that would give you a powerful sense of comfort," Suddenly, similar to in the kitchen, they were strapped to the couch. Tablets appeared next to them, giving them the ability to write.

Jordon immediately grabbed for his pen, writing ‘Cell phone’ in messy printing. Being able to phone for help, get this madman arrested, and get out of here were the only things on Jordon’s mind.

He saw Benedict hesitate, not sure what to put. The smaller man was trying to think, his brain buzzing. He said.. object? Like a blanket, or a music player, or candy.... Benedict’s mind was jumbled, trying to think of something.

“Ben come on... please just write something! Anything!” Cried Jordon, not wanting to see Benedict get hurt in any way.

“I-I can’t think of anything...” Whispered Benedict, moving to pick up the pen. His mind was still blank, unable to think of anything.

After Veronica had eaten her breakfast, the two of them had headed into the next room, Allison clutching the little music locket tightly. She certainly needed no more torture. Ever.

It was a pretty plain room, with a couch and a TV. She sat down cautiously, not sure she could trust it.

The TV turned on, saying, “CONGRATULATIONS! Thanks to the efforts of Allison and Veronica, you no longer have to worry about dying! Their efforts have won them the Emerald Key, guaranteeing your safety!"

Allison allowed herself to smile. Obviously the two of them weren’t the only ones seeing it. It was probably being showed to the other teams.

The fanfare played, before the TV continued. "As a tribute to their courage, here is a video tributing to their greatness!"

Oh no.

On the TV was shown a recording of the torture from last night. Allison shook her head violently, refusing to watch the stupid screen. She did not need to see it again. Never ever.

"And now for something interesting..." Suddenly, she was strapped onto the couch, just like in the dining room. She cried out, and grumbled. Never trust furniture in this house.

"Write down the one thing and I mean thing as object that would give you a powerful sense of comfort," The voice said as on the sides of them were tablets to write it down.

Allison picked up the pen and tried to focus. Her thought process had changed so much since the day before.

Thing as in object? So she couldn’t wish for comfort, or her family? She could certainly wish for the million dollars though, surely. Technically that was an object. But that wouldn’t make her comfortable. Just make her nervous.

Dexter saw what Mandy wrote down and grew concerned. He knew that this madman would probably electrocute anyone who did not give a satisfying answer. Dexter wrote down something for Mandy.

'Comforting Teddy Bear'

He hoped the game master wouldn't get them for that. Dexter waited for what the sadistic game master had planned for them. Dexter held his breath as the mic came on to annouce.

"Well, I have to say. You guys are kinda of a disappointing bunch. I give you guys away to heal yourselves psychologically, but most of you mess it up. I suppose I will have to take some form of pity on you. For those of you who answered correctyl... congrats," the voice said.

"Oh Mandy, Jordon... nice try..."

Mandy got electrcuted
-6 (-9) Psyche Points
-3 Physical Points

A hatch across Jordon and a boxing glove cae and hit him in the gut.

Jordon got gut-punched!
-6 Vitality Points

Parcels were handed from the ceiling. Dexter got his and he opened it. It was a teddy bear. A soft plush teddy bear who seem to be dressed as a knight. Dexter could not help but squeeze it to see what it said.

"I'll pwotect you"

Dexter promptly gave it to Mandy as the restraints let them go.

Mandy obtained:

Teddy BearA soft little teddy bear dressed like a knight and gives words of comfort. +5 Psyche DefenseOnly usable for who have 30 or less Psyche Points

For Benedict, he got a thermos of his favorite beverage. Mandy's parcel didn't containa anything.

For Jonathon, his parcel was an ice pack to heal the bruise on his stomach.

Veronica got a box of her favorite candies and Allison got a replica of her violin with a note. "Couldn't get the real thing. It might have gotten damaged"

Dexter helped Mandy out and they proceeded to exit the room. They ented the next room, which was appaently a lunch room. There was a prepared lunch of their favorite foods for them.

Yes, after the awful experience, you go to the room to find your faovrite foods to scarf on.

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Mandy looked expectantly at the TV. Her answer was good. No, it wasn’t a voice from the TV scolded her and familiar sensation surged through her. She yelped in pain from being electrocuted. The pain was brief and the damage minimal, but she couldn’t take it anymore and started to cry.

Gift boxes fell down from the ceiling onto them. Mandy tried to wipe the tears away with her sleeve, giggling manically again, the tears keep flowing again.. She tugged open her box. Rip off, it was totally empty.

As she stared blankly into the box something bumped her. She looked up, Dexter was handing her a teddy bear dressed as a knight. Letting her box fall onto the floor she took the knight bear.

Since the couch had released them, Dexter pulled Mandy onward to the next room. Lunch was laid out for them. Was it really time to eat again already, wondered Mandy as she stroked the fur on the bear’s neck, it’s head being in a helmet.

“Once, or twice, in a lifetime, if you're lucky, there are moments. Someone slices the world open,
right down the middle and you can see the sky behind it. The true world. And you understand your purpose.”
(Frances Booth - Channel Zero; Candle Cove)

Dexter couldn't helo but hug Mandy in some attempt to try and calm him down. It was a bit uncharacteristic of him, but that doesn't mean he can be worried for her. His hugs did prove to actually help her a tad.Mandy was comforted!
+3 Psyche Points

Dexter convinced her to eat something and when everyone finished eating, they felt prepared to go. The food did taste differently, a bit better than normal. Reason being is they were not drugged.

The next room that the people could go and enter was a giant wheel. Each slot were blank though or there was a slight feeling of which one was good and which ones are bad.

"All right! Time to test your luck! Spin the wheel and win a prize for your own companion!" The voice stated. Suddenly, Mandy, Veronica and Benedict were trapped in under a giant cup.

"Will you get a hammer? Will you get something else? Will you get both? Who knows?! SPIN!" the voice said.

Dexter sighed as he spun something and hoped for the best

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